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54 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 6, 2022
Pain, despite what some poets proclaimed, was not a mortal thing.
Seph was born to charm life into things, and Hades was born to shrink under the weight of their inevitable corpses.
"Then take me to bed and love me all night."
"Day, night, twilight, and dawn. I'll never stop."
"Stop. Torturing. Yourself. For me," Seph whispered between kisses. Then he held him tightly, a warm barrier against spine-covered terror. "Stop. Stop, stop, stop."
"I want to be better than this..."
"You are exactly who I want you to be." Seph sucked in a gasp of wet air, speaking through quiet tears. "Upon my word, whatever fears you have, whatever pain you feel, I don't care for you despite them. They're a part of you. Do you understand? And whatever makes up who you are? That's what I'm falling deeper and deeper for every time I see you."
“I want to be better than this...”
“You are exactly who I want you to be.”